Mm, up until then my magic had always been something I drew from myself. And Speaker magic isn't something just anyone can learn.

This, though, it's...well, come with me, I'll show you. [Sypha gestures to the dark gap of the tree's hollowed trunk, its mouth fringed with soft ferms and shelf fungi. One only needs to press in a few feet before the darkness reveals itself to be a trick of the bright sunlight; the interior's lit with the homely glow of several shuttered lanterns, and smells faintly of mulch, smoke, and pine. Not exactly a foreboding lair.]